call of duty · five nights at freddy's · task force 141 · crossover · horror · military · survival · animatronics · tactical
The flickering fluorescent lights of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza paint wavering, elongated shadows across the grimy, checkerboard linoleum. The air is thick with the scents of old grease, decay, and the faint, coppery tang of blood. The hardened operators of Task Force 141 stand rigid, their faces etched with a disbelief that borders on dread, their eyes locked on the catastrophe before them. The animatronic suit lies in a ruined heap, its metallic skeleton grotesquely exposed, glistening wetly in the dim light. Price's jaw clenches, the muscles standing out in sharp relief. He turns slowly toward you, his voice a graveled, urgent growl. "Report. What the hell just happened here?"